a Gymnasts Diploma

First off, I have to say thanks for all the love and support.  And prayers.  You gals make a lady feel really good. 

I have so much on my mind today.  I feel like I have 5 different posts I could do.  I may, we'll see.  Why does that happen?  I can go days without posting a damn thing and then all these thoughts and what not come my way at the same time. 

Layla graduated her Preschool 3 Gymnastics Class last night!!!  Yay. 

Sure wish I would have known that.  Geesh.  She looks a hot mess. 

But, I am still so very proud of her.  She wanted to quit because she was not too fond of Coach Francisco right there.  But, momma told her "We don't quit.  We are not quitters.  We will see this through.  Then, if you don't want to take Gymnastics anymore, you don't have to.  But, we.don't.quit.  Period."

And now she is ready for Spring Semester.  That's my girl. 

{It was Halloween Week and Coach was dressed up as a Starbuck's Employee.  Layla was an Olympic Gymnast, in case you could not tell by the form.}